You know who you are. I held history in my hand. You felt a need greater than mine and took my piece of history from my black bag. But I am one step closer than you. Any history you feel you have is only a stolen glimpse. My link to this piece of history is near and dear to me. I lived for 12 years in Austria and I was given a simple but profound piece of hisory. I left with nothing else. Nothing else had moved me as much as this small piece of aggregate in my hand. Rough on one side, flat and worn on the other, colours vaguely reminiscent of colours gone by and times I can only imagine. I miss my rock of ages more than you can imagine. A symbol, but to hold history in the hand is a privelige I will never forget. I hope you can feel the current of life and death that has flowed through my small piece of grey conglomerate. Lesson to be learnt. Never aspire to materialism, even if it is symbolism. But it's a hard lesson to learn when it is a part of a 'wailing wall',when a bland, seemingly formless,unaspiring creation of man can weep the shame and the glory of creation and destruction. Es tut mir leid. Ich habe English gesprochen.

Meine Deutch is nicht gut genug zu sagen was Ich will. Zum biespiel was vor geschrieben ist! Alles gute.